Doughnut Sprinkles, chapter 3
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My dad put some pancakes in front of me. I looked at them and sighed, and started eating slowly. After I was finished, I put my plate in the sink and went to the bathroom to throw up. When I was finished, I brushed my teeth and opened the door. I jumped a little. There stood Jason.
"Are you sick?" he asked. I shook my head.
"So you did that on purpose?" he asked sternly. I nodded.
"Why Justace? Why? You're not fat. How long have you done...this?" he asked.
"About a week, and I am fat. Everyone thinks I-" I was cut off by Jason.
"And you actually believe the-" this time I cut him off.
"Yes, I do. You even think so. You left me right after I was changing. Which meant you did not want to see my fat, half-naked body." My voice was rising. I had to calm down so no one would come up here and see what's wrong, but I highly doubt it because, like I said, no one cares about me. Well, except Jason. He sighed.
"It was not like that, Justace. If I could, I would've pounced on you right then and there. You're beautiful," he said.
I felt guilty and happy at the same time. He was the first guy, let alone person, who told me I was beautiful. And I felt guilty because I accused him of thinking I was fat.
"You really think I'm beautiful instead of hot?" I asked, not believing what I just heard, although I wanted to.
"Yes, Justace, I've liked you for two years now, but I was afraid that-"
I cut him off by pressing my lips onto his. The kiss grew more passionate and soon turned into a full make-out session. After about 5 minutes, he pulled away. Little did we know is that someone was watching us with hate, because I was happy.
Jason's Point of View
I was blown away of what just happened. I will take that as a "yes" that she feel the same way as I do.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Justace?" I asked her, staring into her deep blue eyes; they were so beautiful. I could not stop staring in them. She looked like she was thinking. Soon that beautiful smile that I have only seen a few times appeared.
"Of course." She jumped into my arms and gave me a tight hug. I was so happy; I held her tight too.
Justace's Point of View
I am now Green Day's one and only, Jason White's girlfriend! I'm so happy that I'm jumping up and down with joy, well not literally. The only thing that I'm worried about is Dad. What will he think? I'm dating one of his best friends, which is 31, and I'm 16. Oh well. I'm happy and that's what matters to me, but I got to tell him sooner or
later. I choose later.
I'm in my room right now. I'm here alone, well Joey's here. I don't know why he stayed, but I know he's going to torment me like he always does. Let me tell you about Joseph Armstrong. Well, he's Billie Joe's first born son, and he hates me a lot. I don't know why; I did not do anything to him. One day we were not even talking, then the next day he started making my life hell. Back to the present.
I was laying on my bed, reading my all time favorite book, Harry Potter 4. I bet you're wondering why I am reading. Well, reading helps me get away from this world. Since I don't have any friends, I read. Anyways, I was reading Harry Potter when Joey bursts through my door.
"What? Have you ever heard of knocking?" I said, irritated.
"Shut up, bitch!" he slurred. He's drunk. Just what I need, my worst enemy drunk. He started to stumble over to me.
"What are you doing, Joey!?" I yelled. He came closer. He got on top of me. I was trying to get out from underneath him, but it didn't work.
"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID WHORE! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR EVER BEING BORN!" he screamed in my face. By now I was crying, and I was scared. I know he hates me, but he would not do what I think he would do. Would he?
"STOP CRYING!" he yelled at me. Then he slapped me hard against the face. That made me cry even harder.
"I SAID STOP CRYING!" He hit me again. I stopped, but not completely. Next thing I knew, Joey was literally ripping off all my clothes. I kept struggling from underneath him.
"STOP, JOEY, PLEASE! STOP!" I sobbed. He put on a condom and then raped me. After he was done, he slapped me across the face, hard, which knocked me out.
***
I woke up the next morning in my pajamas? That stupid bastard. He took one thing I would never get back. My virginity. Yes, I was a 16 year old virgin. Shocker, huh? Anyways, there was a note under my pillow that was from Joey, I'm guessing. It said: 'Don't tell anyone! If you do you will be sorry!' I rolled my eyes.
"Like I'm not already sorry," I mumbled to myself. I started to cry when thoughts of last night came rushing back. What if he does it again? No one would listen to me, anyways. I thought. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot tap full blast. I took off my clothes and saw bruises all over my body. He probably beat the shit out of me after he was finished. I stepped in the shower and winced; I felt the hot water going down my body. I started to scratch my whole body. Arms, legs, stomach. Everywhere. I felt so violated and used, and I hated that feeling. When the hot water got too much for my body, I turned off the water and stepped out.
When I got out of the shower, I looked at my body. I was skinnier, but to me I was still fat. My skin was red from the hot water, and I had a lot of scratch marks on my body. I sighed and got some new pajamas to put on. I put on the pajama's and walked downstairs to the kitchen. No one was in there, then I looked at the clock. 7:30 A.M. No wonder no one was in here, no one is up. I sighed and went outside. I laid on the cold, wet. I started to cry. Why did this happened to me? Why!?! I didn't do anything to him! I thought. My thoughts were interrupted by the patio door opening, then closing. Someone came over to me and wrapped their strong tattooed arms around me. They were Mike's.
"What's wrong, Justace? Why are you crying out here and have scratches all over your arms?" he asked. He was only being nosy. He really didn't care.
I sighed. "I can't tell you," I mumbled.
"Why?" He just had to keep pushing, didn't he?
"I just can't!" I screamed, tearing myself from his arms and running to the far corner of the yard. I hugged my knees and rested my head on them, and cried silently. I heard Mike get up and go back inside. Moments later I heard the patio door opened and closed again.
"Go away, Mike!" I yelled.
Soon I felt a different set of strong arms wrap around me and held me close. Jason.
"Babe, are you ok?" he asked me and placing a gentle kiss on my head.
"No," I sobbed into his chest.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't tell you!"
"Why?"
"I just cant...ok. I would if I could," I said, looking into his blue eyes. Everytime I looked into his eyes, I melted. He sighed and nodded. I kissed him softly on the lips and got up. I brushed myself off and made my way to my room with Jason behind me. As we entered my room, Jason turned me around and kissed me passionately.
He laid me down on my bed. It was still early, so no one will be up. We started to make out when he started to take off my shirt. Then flashbacks of last night went through my mind.
"Get off!" I yelled. Thank God it didn't wake anyone up. He was startled.
"What did I do?" he asked me worriedly.
"Nothing. I just....I need you to hold me," I said, starting to cry. He pulled me into his lap and held me like a baby. He kissed the top of my head.
"Babe, please tell me what's wrong."
"Ok, you promise you won't tell a soul?" I asked. He nodded.
"Joey raped me last night," I said in a low voice. He laughed. WHAT!? He laughed.
"Listen, babe, I know you and Joey hate each other but.....rape? Honey-"
"WHAT, YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?!?!?!?" I shouted. "Get out. I said GET OUT!"
He got up and went out, before he left he turned around and said, "You know what Justace, I cant be with someone like you. Who would lie like that?" And with that, he left.
Why is this happening to me? I can't believe it, the one person that I thought would believe me, didn't. I decided to go shopping. For some reason I wanted to go shopping. I went into the bathroom and put on some heavy eye-liner, black eyeshadow, and some last light black lipstick. I went to my closet and but on a black mini skirt with some fishnet stockings, a corset like shit, and some boots. I added some wristbands and bracelets. I went into my dads room and woke him up.
"What do you want, Justace?" he asked, mad.
"Can I take your card and go shopping? Please?" I begged.
"I don't care, now go away and let me sleep." he said, turning around and putting his arm around Claudia. I rolled my eyes and took his card, and went downstairs.
"Are you sick?" he asked. I shook my head.
"So you did that on purpose?" he asked sternly. I nodded.
"Why Justace? Why? You're not fat. How long have you done...this?" he asked.
"About a week, and I am fat. Everyone thinks I-" I was cut off by Jason.
"And you actually believe the-" this time I cut him off.
"Yes, I do. You even think so. You left me right after I was changing. Which meant you did not want to see my fat, half-naked body." My voice was rising. I had to calm down so no one would come up here and see what's wrong, but I highly doubt it because, like I said, no one cares about me. Well, except Jason. He sighed.
"It was not like that, Justace. If I could, I would've pounced on you right then and there. You're beautiful," he said.
I felt guilty and happy at the same time. He was the first guy, let alone person, who told me I was beautiful. And I felt guilty because I accused him of thinking I was fat.
"You really think I'm beautiful instead of hot?" I asked, not believing what I just heard, although I wanted to.
"Yes, Justace, I've liked you for two years now, but I was afraid that-"
I cut him off by pressing my lips onto his. The kiss grew more passionate and soon turned into a full make-out session. After about 5 minutes, he pulled away. Little did we know is that someone was watching us with hate, because I was happy.
Jason's Point of View
I was blown away of what just happened. I will take that as a "yes" that she feel the same way as I do.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Justace?" I asked her, staring into her deep blue eyes; they were so beautiful. I could not stop staring in them. She looked like she was thinking. Soon that beautiful smile that I have only seen a few times appeared.
"Of course." She jumped into my arms and gave me a tight hug. I was so happy; I held her tight too.
Justace's Point of View
I am now Green Day's one and only, Jason White's girlfriend! I'm so happy that I'm jumping up and down with joy, well not literally. The only thing that I'm worried about is Dad. What will he think? I'm dating one of his best friends, which is 31, and I'm 16. Oh well. I'm happy and that's what matters to me, but I got to tell him sooner or
later. I choose later.
I'm in my room right now. I'm here alone, well Joey's here. I don't know why he stayed, but I know he's going to torment me like he always does. Let me tell you about Joseph Armstrong. Well, he's Billie Joe's first born son, and he hates me a lot. I don't know why; I did not do anything to him. One day we were not even talking, then the next day he started making my life hell. Back to the present.
I was laying on my bed, reading my all time favorite book, Harry Potter 4. I bet you're wondering why I am reading. Well, reading helps me get away from this world. Since I don't have any friends, I read. Anyways, I was reading Harry Potter when Joey bursts through my door.
"What? Have you ever heard of knocking?" I said, irritated.
"Shut up, bitch!" he slurred. He's drunk. Just what I need, my worst enemy drunk. He started to stumble over to me.
"What are you doing, Joey!?" I yelled. He came closer. He got on top of me. I was trying to get out from underneath him, but it didn't work.
"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID WHORE! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR EVER BEING BORN!" he screamed in my face. By now I was crying, and I was scared. I know he hates me, but he would not do what I think he would do. Would he?
"STOP CRYING!" he yelled at me. Then he slapped me hard against the face. That made me cry even harder.
"I SAID STOP CRYING!" He hit me again. I stopped, but not completely. Next thing I knew, Joey was literally ripping off all my clothes. I kept struggling from underneath him.
"STOP, JOEY, PLEASE! STOP!" I sobbed. He put on a condom and then raped me. After he was done, he slapped me across the face, hard, which knocked me out.
***
I woke up the next morning in my pajamas? That stupid bastard. He took one thing I would never get back. My virginity. Yes, I was a 16 year old virgin. Shocker, huh? Anyways, there was a note under my pillow that was from Joey, I'm guessing. It said: 'Don't tell anyone! If you do you will be sorry!' I rolled my eyes.
"Like I'm not already sorry," I mumbled to myself. I started to cry when thoughts of last night came rushing back. What if he does it again? No one would listen to me, anyways. I thought. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot tap full blast. I took off my clothes and saw bruises all over my body. He probably beat the shit out of me after he was finished. I stepped in the shower and winced; I felt the hot water going down my body. I started to scratch my whole body. Arms, legs, stomach. Everywhere. I felt so violated and used, and I hated that feeling. When the hot water got too much for my body, I turned off the water and stepped out.
When I got out of the shower, I looked at my body. I was skinnier, but to me I was still fat. My skin was red from the hot water, and I had a lot of scratch marks on my body. I sighed and got some new pajamas to put on. I put on the pajama's and walked downstairs to the kitchen. No one was in there, then I looked at the clock. 7:30 A.M. No wonder no one was in here, no one is up. I sighed and went outside. I laid on the cold, wet. I started to cry. Why did this happened to me? Why!?! I didn't do anything to him! I thought. My thoughts were interrupted by the patio door opening, then closing. Someone came over to me and wrapped their strong tattooed arms around me. They were Mike's.
"What's wrong, Justace? Why are you crying out here and have scratches all over your arms?" he asked. He was only being nosy. He really didn't care.
I sighed. "I can't tell you," I mumbled.
"Why?" He just had to keep pushing, didn't he?
"I just can't!" I screamed, tearing myself from his arms and running to the far corner of the yard. I hugged my knees and rested my head on them, and cried silently. I heard Mike get up and go back inside. Moments later I heard the patio door opened and closed again.
"Go away, Mike!" I yelled.
Soon I felt a different set of strong arms wrap around me and held me close. Jason.
"Babe, are you ok?" he asked me and placing a gentle kiss on my head.
"No," I sobbed into his chest.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't tell you!"
"Why?"
"I just cant...ok. I would if I could," I said, looking into his blue eyes. Everytime I looked into his eyes, I melted. He sighed and nodded. I kissed him softly on the lips and got up. I brushed myself off and made my way to my room with Jason behind me. As we entered my room, Jason turned me around and kissed me passionately.
He laid me down on my bed. It was still early, so no one will be up. We started to make out when he started to take off my shirt. Then flashbacks of last night went through my mind.
"Get off!" I yelled. Thank God it didn't wake anyone up. He was startled.
"What did I do?" he asked me worriedly.
"Nothing. I just....I need you to hold me," I said, starting to cry. He pulled me into his lap and held me like a baby. He kissed the top of my head.
"Babe, please tell me what's wrong."
"Ok, you promise you won't tell a soul?" I asked. He nodded.
"Joey raped me last night," I said in a low voice. He laughed. WHAT!? He laughed.
"Listen, babe, I know you and Joey hate each other but.....rape? Honey-"
"WHAT, YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?!?!?!?" I shouted. "Get out. I said GET OUT!"
He got up and went out, before he left he turned around and said, "You know what Justace, I cant be with someone like you. Who would lie like that?" And with that, he left.
Why is this happening to me? I can't believe it, the one person that I thought would believe me, didn't. I decided to go shopping. For some reason I wanted to go shopping. I went into the bathroom and put on some heavy eye-liner, black eyeshadow, and some last light black lipstick. I went to my closet and but on a black mini skirt with some fishnet stockings, a corset like shit, and some boots. I added some wristbands and bracelets. I went into my dads room and woke him up.
"What do you want, Justace?" he asked, mad.
"Can I take your card and go shopping? Please?" I begged.
"I don't care, now go away and let me sleep." he said, turning around and putting his arm around Claudia. I rolled my eyes and took his card, and went downstairs.
